black Stetson.
Going with all one color seemed easiest, and he liked the way he looked—sort of
dangerous. Glancing at the time, he saw he needed to skedaddle. He planned to
escort Leah to the arena and wanted to be sure he didn’t miss her. Picking up
his gear bag, he whistled as he headed for her room.
He knocked on the door and stood back. When she answered he
about swallowed his tongue. His dick hardened in seconds to something he
could’ve driven fence posts on his ranch with. She looked unbelievable. His
gaze raking over her from head to toe, he noted her shiny hair fell in soft
waves around her face. She wore little makeup, but she didn’t need it. Her
gunmetal-gray blouse draped over her breasts, giving an enticing hint at
cleavage while not being overly revealing, before gently flaring out toward her
hips. Like him, she wore black pants, and he noticed she’d put on the black
cowboy boots she’d gotten yesterday.
“Wow,” was all he could get out as he swallowed hard.
Leah chuckled, but bit her bottom lip. He had to consciously
restrain himself from leaning in to lave the spot with his tongue. “Is this
okay?”
“Fuck me, darlin’, you look incredible,” he told her. “I’m
gonna have to fight guys off you.”
She cocked her head and looked at him. “I highly doubt that.
Why are you here, anyway?”
“I came to escort you to the event this afternoon, of
course,” he answered, tipping his hat.
“I figured you would be at the arena by now. I was planning
to take a cab. Where are your riding clothes?”
Brady indicated the bag at his feet. “Everything I need is
in there. Come on, pretty lady, let’s get this show on the road.” He held out
his hand, and though she gave him a wary look, she allowed him to pull her out
of the room after she’d gathered her things. He let her hand go once they got
off the elevator, knowing it would make her uncomfortable if he touched her
openly. That was fine—she could run like a scared filly. For now.
When they arrived at the arena they met Conner and Jessica,
and Brady handed over his gear. After grumbling about how Conner had gotten out
of going to this one, he and Leah made their way to the private party. Upon
entering they were immediately greeted by David Nelson. “Leah, Brady, so glad
you could join us!” He drew them both farther into the room and let out a
high-pitched whistle, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
Brady saw Leah’s face flame and surmised that even though
she was accustomed to being in the spotlight she was probably finding this kind
of attention a bit much. Before he could reflect further, though, David urged
them to stand at his side as a large easel with a covered canvas was brought
out and placed next to the trio. David rubbed his hands together, his smile
getting wider.
“Folks, let me introduce Leah Fitzpatrick, Olympic champion
figure skater, and, of course, you all know Brady Parrish, the number-one-ranked
bull rider on the professional tour.” Applause rang out and both Brady and Leah
smiled and gave small waves to the crowd. “I was fortunate enough to convince
Leah to take some time out of her busy schedule to visit the tour and meet the
fans—take some pictures, sign autographs, that sort of thing. To that end, I’d
like to debut the new ad campaign for Nelson Motors to go along with this
promotional tour.”
He slid the draping off the canvas and Brady turned to look
at it. It was one of the pictures he and Leah had taken during their photo
shoot. The caption read, Two Worlds Collide—The Rodeo King and The Ice Queen .
He was afraid to look at Leah, but he could see out of the corner of her eye
that she wasn’t particularly pleased about her nickname being plastered all
over as part of the campaign’s slogan. Before he could think better of it he’d
grabbed her hand and squeezed.
Hearing her gasp, he looked down into her eyes, which
betrayed so many emotions—anger, confusion, hurt.
Going with all one color seemed easiest, and he liked the way he looked—sort of
dangerous. Glancing at the time, he saw he needed to skedaddle. He planned to
escort Leah to the arena and wanted to be sure he didn’t miss her. Picking up
his gear bag, he whistled as he headed for her room.
He knocked on the door and stood back. When she answered he
about swallowed his tongue. His dick hardened in seconds to something he
could’ve driven fence posts on his ranch with. She looked unbelievable. His
gaze raking over her from head to toe, he noted her shiny hair fell in soft
waves around her face. She wore little makeup, but she didn’t need it. Her
gunmetal-gray blouse draped over her breasts, giving an enticing hint at
cleavage while not being overly revealing, before gently flaring out toward her
hips. Like him, she wore black pants, and he noticed she’d put on the black
cowboy boots she’d gotten yesterday.
“Wow,” was all he could get out as he swallowed hard.
Leah chuckled, but bit her bottom lip. He had to consciously
restrain himself from leaning in to lave the spot with his tongue. “Is this
okay?”
“Fuck me, darlin’, you look incredible,” he told her. “I’m
gonna have to fight guys off you.”
She cocked her head and looked at him. “I highly doubt that.
Why are you here, anyway?”
“I came to escort you to the event this afternoon, of
course,” he answered, tipping his hat.
“I figured you would be at the arena by now. I was planning
to take a cab. Where are your riding clothes?”
Brady indicated the bag at his feet. “Everything I need is
in there. Come on, pretty lady, let’s get this show on the road.” He held out
his hand, and though she gave him a wary look, she allowed him to pull her out
of the room after she’d gathered her things. He let her hand go once they got
off the elevator, knowing it would make her uncomfortable if he touched her
openly. That was fine—she could run like a scared filly. For now.
When they arrived at the arena they met Conner and Jessica,
and Brady handed over his gear. After grumbling about how Conner had gotten out
of going to this one, he and Leah made their way to the private party. Upon
entering they were immediately greeted by David Nelson. “Leah, Brady, so glad
you could join us!” He drew them both farther into the room and let out a
high-pitched whistle, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
Brady saw Leah’s face flame and surmised that even though
she was accustomed to being in the spotlight she was probably finding this kind
of attention a bit much. Before he could reflect further, though, David urged
them to stand at his side as a large easel with a covered canvas was brought
out and placed next to the trio. David rubbed his hands together, his smile
getting wider.
“Folks, let me introduce Leah Fitzpatrick, Olympic champion
figure skater, and, of course, you all know Brady Parrish, the number-one-ranked
bull rider on the professional tour.” Applause rang out and both Brady and Leah
smiled and gave small waves to the crowd. “I was fortunate enough to convince
Leah to take some time out of her busy schedule to visit the tour and meet the
fans—take some pictures, sign autographs, that sort of thing. To that end, I’d
like to debut the new ad campaign for Nelson Motors to go along with this
promotional tour.”
He slid the draping off the canvas and Brady turned to look
at it. It was one of the pictures he and Leah had taken during their photo
shoot. The caption read, Two Worlds Collide—The Rodeo King and The Ice Queen .
He was afraid to look at Leah, but he could see out of the corner of her eye
that she wasn’t particularly pleased about her nickname being plastered all
over as part of the campaign’s slogan. Before he could think better of it he’d
grabbed her hand and squeezed.
Hearing her gasp, he looked down into her eyes, which
betrayed so many emotions—anger, confusion, hurt.
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